SCIENCE.
INSCRIBED TO MRS.
"Who art thou, stranger, with the beard of snow,
Th' unwavering glance, and deeply furrow'd brow,.
Eye, which with strange, yet temper'd radiance shines,
Brow, where fix'd thought, with treasur'd lore combines?"
The sage replied, "Not all unknown to fame,
A student I, and Science is my name!
Yet start not thou;—Humility my guide,
I chide no meek inquirer from my side;
The erring, wandering, shade-pursuing crowd,
Have still my honours on a cheat bestow'd,
Th' unwavering glance, and deeply furrow'd brow,.
Eye, which with strange, yet temper'd radiance shines,
Brow, where fix'd thought, with treasur'd lore combines?"
The sage replied, "Not all unknown to fame,
A student I, and Science is my name!
Yet start not thou;—Humility my guide,
I chide no meek inquirer from my side;
The erring, wandering, shade-pursuing crowd,
Have still my honours on a cheat bestow'd,
